Warlord: King of All Clans

At dinner time, Leo suddenly came up to Freya with a flattering look on his face.

"What are you doing?" Freya asked warily.

Taking off the little mouse that was lying on Freya's head and working hard to stroke her hair, Leo said seriously, "You say, if you are bullied, should you bully back?"

Freya answered without thinking: "We should tell the teacher!"

Leo patiently said, "Your teacher is not here. Look, those wild boars are bullying you, and your teacher can't help you. Shouldn't you bully them back?"

Hearing this, Freya curled up her fat body, folded her limbs together, lowered her eyebrows, looked around, and stammered: "But, but, I'm just a weak groundhog!"

Leo was angry, "Aren't you a giant bear? You need to stand up!"

Freya lowered her head and refused to speak, like an elementary school student who had made a mistake.

"I don't need you to fight, you just do this..."

Leo told his plan.

"Can someone else go instead? You go, little mouse!"

Freya was still trying to refuse, but her extra-large barley cake had already been baked.

Leo grabbed the wheat cake as big as a pot lid and took a big bite, biting off one percent of the wheat cake.

"Are you going?"

"Isn't it okay for me to go?" Freya agreed hurriedly. Holding her beloved wheat cake, she looked at the small hole on it and tears of heartache came out.

After dinner, Leo gathered fifty River Bend militiamen and told them his plan in detail.

The militiamen have long known about the existence of wild boar people, and the imaginary targets of combat drills during this period are mainly wild boar people.

But now the sudden announcement of an active attack still made them hesitant and timid.

They are not bandits with aggressive nature in their bones, they are just a group of farmers who have not put down their hoes. If it were not for Ulian and Leo's day and night training and command, I am afraid that even the dog-headed people would not dare to provoke them.

Although Leo exaggerated the threat of the wild boar people, these ordinary militiamen were unwilling to face them unless they saw them with their own eyes.

"Believe me, as long as you follow my orders, this battle is not dangerous. Just treat it as a practical training."

"If you come back victorious, you'll have meat for every meal."

Leo tried to encourage, but to little avail.

Wu Liyang, who was standing by, could not stand it any longer. He stood in front of the stage and roared, "What are you a bunch of cowards? What's there to be afraid of wild boars? I could kill a whole nest of them by myself back then! Be brave, and you will be rewarded with one acre of land for every wild boar you kill! If you don't want to go, quit the militia!"

With Ulyaan's promise and threat, the militiamen finally cheered up a little.

Early the next morning, Leo took Freya and the militia out of the camp and prepared to swim across the river from upstream.

Before setting off, Leo asked Olivia to burn the campfire as big as possible to serve as a signal so that the wild people would not fail to notice their movements.

Before crossing the river, a large group of kobolds emerged from the woods.

The militiamen almost thought it was an enemy attack, and they subconsciously raised their shields and moved closer.

The leader, Fisa, shouted, "We, the Kobolds, want to join the battle too!"

"Neighbors! Allies! The boars are enemies!"

"You guys?" Leo frowned and looked over, really looking down on them.

There are not many warriors among the ogres, although the ordinary adult golden-haired people have been fed to a shiny finish during this period and look much more pleasing to the eye.

But the more pleasing they are to the eye, the less fighting power they appear to have, and instead make people think they are stupid and naive.

There were as many as sixty or seventy ogres brought by Fesha, all of whom were equipped with homemade small wooden shields, slings and short spears. Their weapons and equipment were much more sophisticated than before.

This force is already all the combat power of the Gnoll Valley, and it seems like they don't even want to live anymore.

"Okay, keep your distance and follow my orders, understand?"

Adhering to the principle of the more the better, Leo did not refuse Fraser's request to join the war.

Dozens of gnolls throwing stones and spears nearby also provided some help.

But Leo didn't dare let the ogres infiltrate the militia, because he had seen the ogres' fighting will.

In case they are frightened by the wild boar people and run away, we must not let the militia be destroyed.

"Okay." Feisa wagged her tail quickly.

Seeing Feisha excitedly leading the kobolds to catch up with the militia, Ivan, a militiaman standing by, asked in a depressed voice, "Are we going to join forces with the kobolds now?"

"Why? What's your problem?"

"My eldest brother was stabbed to death by a kobold." Ivan whispered.

Leo was stunned and patted Ivan's shoulder, but he couldn't comfort him.

The boar tribe said that it was more than thirty miles away from the river bend, but the actual distance was actually farther. This was because Leo had explored the road in advance and tried to choose the most direct and easy-to-walk place.

Halfway through the journey, Leo saw Bjorn and several wild hunters standing on a huge rock beside the road, looking at the marching militia.

Apparently, the number of militiamen did not satisfy the wild hunter. When Leo approached, Bjorn said, "With such a small number of people, we can't attack the wild boar's lair, nor can we stop the wild boar's charge."

"I know. You just need to be responsible for archery. If the battle situation is unfavorable, just retreat."

Leo answered confidently, and then asked: "Can you lead your people to clear out the wild boar scouts in front and try not to let them discover our movements?"

Bjorn looked at him for a long time before he nodded, waved his hand, and disappeared into the woods with his companions.

Leo led the militia forward for another seven or eight miles, and only stopped when they arrived at a valley.

He looked around and said to himself, "This is it."

"Freya, get to work!"

…

A few hours later, Freya, covered in mud, appeared outside the boarman's lair.

She shrank her head, stopped and started, and moved forward stealthily.

But the one-meter and half-meter-high rocks in front of the boarmen's nest could not hide her huge body at all.

The boar men on guard were terrified. Half a month later, the giant beast came again!

"What should we do?" a boar man whispered to the team leader next to him.

"Just pretend you didn't see it and wait for it to leave on its own," the wild boar captain had no other choice but to "quickly inform the chieftain."

Except for one wild boar man who hurried away, the rest of the wild boar men looked up at the sky, as if they didn't see the existence of the groundhog.

Seeing that the boar man ignored her, Freya became worried. She looked around and suddenly her eyes lit up. She took a few steps and picked up a rock as big as a millstone with her claws.

She picked up the rock, turned around twice, and then swung the rock into a circle and threw it out.

The heavy rock was thrown high into the air, flew over a hundred meters, and landed on the sentry tower of the boarman's lair.

The huge rock brought with it a terrifying force and directly smashed the entire watchtower. The boar man standing guard on it was blown away and fell screaming.

Rat-powered trebuchet!

The wild boar chieftain who had hurried over had been planning to keep silent, but he could no longer hold back after seeing this, and shouted, "Go out and kill it!"

The boarmen's lair suddenly became lively. Nearly a hundred boarmen warriors and hunters, driving more than twenty one-horned boars, swarmed out and rushed towards Freya outside the camp.

Seeing that her goal was achieved, Freya did not stop and ran away screaming.

After running more than ten meters, he remembered that he was a groundhog. He quickly ran on all fours and jumped into the woods.